Mathias is the best kind of sick today: It’s the type where he’s running just enough fever to be out of school, but feels spiffy enough to lounge about on beanbags and ding for a hot chocolate refill every now and again.

Alas and alack, this means I canna go in to work until this afternoon when the Big Kidstm pile off the bus to care for him. I’ll be on and off the ‘puter while I do terrific things that can only be done sans teenagers (who wants excerpts of Piper’s super-angsty journals, hmmm? snippets of Sam’s MSN chats, anyone?)…I’ll be signed in to Gmail chat (notice that I am spinning the Supercharged Cheesy And Fabu Eighties Mix [yo.]); feel free to drop in and holler until about three pee emm central standard. I’ll get back to you between shitty daytime programming and the requisite attention to laundry duties.